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*Tsarvix* · (This post was last modified: 05-20-2019, 10:53 PM by Tsarvix.)

Tsarvix

Tsarvix did not want to believe that he was lost, again, and so instead he repeated to himself that the path he walked was one that was chosen for him. No, not lost; instead, he was simply unsure of his destination. Someone had told him once that where man-made structures were concerned, that a wolf could follow it's walls on one side and always find his way out- and so that's what the brown male did.

Pyrrhic had told him that to be truly accepted as one of the Empire that he'd have to be approved by his father. The Fallen God, he called himself? Tsarvix scoffed at the thought. It would take a lot for this Malleus to persuade him that he was more holy than his son, and Tsarvix was not convinced it could ever be done. Ever obedient, the chocolate male went looking for Malleus regardless. This meeting was just a stepping stone to Pyrrhic's throne in Tsarvix's eyes, and he was determined to succeed.

He hadn't much to go on having never seen Malleus before, and Pyrrhic had left him in this castle with little other instruction. He knew to identify the Emperor through his silver and black banded patterns and the four long scars that had been etched into the side of his face. Whenever Tsarvix passed by another wolf, he'd find himself searching their faces closely for the tell-tale marks. He might have made a few of them uncomfortable to be studied in such way, but the devout male didn't care much for appearances. He had to find Malleus, and if the other mortals found him odd at all it didn't bother Tsarvix.

Finally, from around a corner came another. This wolf was massive in comparison to some of the others he had seen wandering the halls, even larger still then Pyrrhic. Even if the silvery giant had not been walking towards him, Tsarvix didn't think it possible to not notice the Emperor's scarred visage.

"Malleus?" Tsarvix wondered aloud, settling before the other in a respectable and proud stance. His head was high as he met the Emperor's deep sapphire gaze, and he suddenly felt so small as he realized that his flattened ears did not even come above the giant's eyeline. "This must be the blood of Abraxas."

The chocolate male was conflicted. He wanted so badly to be worthy for Pyrrhic and to prove himself he had to earn the Emperor's approval, but at the same time Tsarvix had made an enemy of Malleus in his mind. To him, Malleus was the only thing that stood between Pyrrhic and his true title. The wolves of this castle hailed the wrong wolf as their Fallen God, and Tsarvix was determined to correct this error.

He steeled himself and forced respect into his tone, dipping his head almost imperceptibly as he spoke. "Pyrrhic sent me, Sir." There was a firm tone of reverance in the wolf's voice was he mentioned the heir, though it faded as his sentence came to address Malleus himself. Slate lips were drawn together tightly, and Tsarvix awaited the large male's response. He only hoped the affair would be over soon so he could go find Pyrrhic once again. He now knew divinity, and greatly disliked when he had to be away from his God.

"Speech."
"You"
"Think"

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